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The elevator hummed softly as the floors dinged by. Rosa adjusted the shoulder strap on her backpack, weighed down as it was with the computer equipment required for her latest task. She glanced up at the display above the elevator door.
Fifteen. Thirty to go.
With a sigh, Rosa pulled out her slender phone. She tapped out a code to bring up the custom OS she wrote for it and dialed out through the encrypted line.
"Yo," she spoke into the receiver, her voice lightly accented with her native Spanish tongue. "It's me. I'm almost there. How thing's looking?"
There was a pause. Rosa realized she was holding her breath. Waiting to hear the voice absent from her life for three months now.
"Ah, Rosa. Good morning," a smooth voice replied. Sounds of heavy breathing rose from the background. "The personnel acquisitions have been... negotiated. All that remains are the data assets awaiting your inspection and retrieval."
"
Chido
," Rosa replied, feeling something in her relax. Something that had been held tight for a long time. "In and out, then."
"There's no need to hurry. I actually thought we might sit for a moment and have a cup of tea. It's been too long since we've gotten to chat, Rosa."
Rosa shivered slightly, feeling the subtle control of her Mistress's words on her mind. "Sure," she said with a wry tone. "Why not? We're only performing highly illegal shadowy corporate espionage with a side of human trafficking. What's the rush?"
Her Mistress's laugh was like warm honey. "I've missed you at the manor, you know."
Rosa felt herself blush, but with it came a soft ache. "Yeah, well. The devil's work is never done." She hesitated. "You know, you could always just have me come back, you know. Kind of how this whole thing works, isn't it?"
Another soft, breathy laugh. Rosa could feel a tinge of sadness in it. "If only that were so, Rosa. See you soon."
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The elevator door split open to reveal a long hallway fit with recessed lighting and art on the walls just expensive-looking enough to seem out of place in a corporate office building.
Rosa moved down the hall towards the single door at the far end, her boots muffled on the beige carpet running over the tile floor. Her leather coat wafted about her shapely hips.
She knocked once on the frosted glass of the door before turning the knob and stepping in. Inside, she found a corporate office space that was wide and open, even more so because the desks and tables had been pushed to the edges of the room.
Apparently, to make space for the scene that Rosa stood staring at, dumbfounded, as the door swung closed behind her.
Alice, her Mistress and friend, sat at the center of it all, her silky raven hair flowing down to her shoulders, framing her noble, delicately chiseled features. She was in her work attire; an intricately designed leather corset that gave a perfect view of her ample bust. Long leather gloves with the fingers cut out for all but her ring finger and thumb. Dark red leather thigh-high boots below a tight, form hugging mini-skirt.
A pleased smile pulled at her full, crimson lips. "Rosa. It's good to see you."
"Ah. Ha ha," Rosa said, her laugh slightly nervous. She remembered to bow to her Mistress, but only just. "This... this all you, Alice?"
Alice's smile grew slightly. "They were expecting one of their agents bringing new orders. It made it easy enough to gain everyone's attention. From there I was able to... convince everyone to cooperate with their new arrangement." She gestured in front of her. "But come. Sit."
The 'seat' she gestured to was a naked man with his back on the floor, his legs pulled up to his stomach to form a space for a very particular cushion, his rising legs forming the back to the chair. Bronze metal bracing held his legs secured to his torso. A hooded leather mask obscured his face and covering his eyes.
Rosa stepped forward, placing her pack down as her eyes shifted from the man-turned-chair to gaze at the other oddities surrounding her. Alice was sitting on another man, his arms and legs contorted and locked with more ornate braces to form the legs for a backless loveseat of sorts, his bare stomach steadily holding her Mistress's weight. A mask likewise obscured his face.
Rosa sat with legs crossed on her 'chair', with a likewise odd 'table' before her. Its foundation came from two bound pairs of naked women, the metal braces locking them in embraces of mutual cunnilingus. Their soft mounds pressing into one another, their glistening pussies each bared and exposed to one another's faces. Their obscuring masks differed from the others, each having mouths left open to receive the pleasure of each other's tongues.
The flats of their backs formed a support for a glass top, on which rested a steaming kettle and two teacups. Rosa found herself oddly impressed that despite the moaning, shivering girls below, the table remained stable.
"So," Alice said, her ice-blue eyes steady on Rosa, "How have you been?" She took hold of the teapot and poured its dark contents into Rosa's cup. It smelled of Earl Grey.
Rosa tentatively took the cup, feeling her seat sway ever so slightly as she adjusted her position. To her surprise, it was proving quite comfortable. "Oh, you know... Putting out fires. Cover-ups. Blackmail. The occasional mind wipe. The usual..."
Alice filled her own porcelain cup. "You sound bored."
There was a shudder and a rising moan as one of the girls supporting the table climaxed, causing the teapot to tremble. Alice casually slid her boot down to rest on the girl's shoulder, holding her steady as she finished her murmuring orgasm.
Rosa chuckled and sipped her tea. "I don't know," she said with a shrug. "Org work gets kind of... pedestrian, after a while. Yeah?"
"I know you prefer more intimate work," Alice said, lowering her hand to trace her nails along the neck of the man whose stomach she rested on, causing his entire form to shudder. "You miss the training work much?"
Rosa felt her lips curl into a grin. 'Training' was a cute word for 'breaking people's minds and rewriting them into loyal sex slaves'. "Maybe."
She looked over to another piece of 'furniture'. Standing a few feet away, a woman stood locked in a standing "L" position, a smooth platter resting on her back. Her large breasts hung pointlessly, cradled in the ornate bronze bracing, her held tight by vibrating clamps. The bronze bracing constrained any movement she might have made, likely required because affixed to the bracing were two vibrating plugs held fast inside the woman's pussy and ass.
A small vase with a bouquet rested on the glass surface affixed to the woman's flattened back. It shivered ever so slightly against the woman's movements.
Rosa gestured at the display of human-furniture. "It's not so fun, missing out on this kind of stuff."
Alice nodded, placing her cup down on the lightly shifting table. "It is an unfortunate side effect of our situation. The things I've lent you out for, they're things no one else in the organization can do as well. You know this."
Rosa averted her eyes. "Yeah, well, it feels like I'm being punished for being good at my job. Punished by being taken away from you..."
